Another world, I have an elf magician

"your Highness!"

Arriving in front of Mia, who was surrounded by city guards, I asked about her situation.

As a princess, she has a noble status. If I take the opportunity to build a good relationship with her and leave a good impression in her mind, I will definitely prosper in the future.

"Are you injured? Do you need me to use magic to treat you?"

"No, thank you Randy. You acted very bravely just now. I now officially hire you as my personal bodyguard!"

"Yes, Your Highness Princess!"

Mia fell from the high platform just now, so she was not seriously injured at all, but her dress was stained by dust, and she looked a little embarrassed because she was busy escaping just now.

I knelt on one knee in front of her, feeling very happy in my heart, knowing that I had opened a new door, but on the outside I pretended to be serious.

"Master, be careful behind you."

Elena's voice sounded in her heart.

I waved my wand decisively and fired a high-speed water bomb behind me.

"Bang" sound.

The fireball collided with the water bomb and turned into wisps of steam, dissipating in mid-air.

A black shadow flew out of the hole I blasted with the flame bomb.

There was a young man with disheveled brown hair floating in the sky.

He looked at me angrily, his eyes resting on my chest, "He is also an intermediate magician. How is this possible? The four of us can even defeat high-level magicians, and yet you gave us a hand!"

I glanced at the silver medal on my chest and protected Mia, "Your Highness, be careful."

The brown-haired young man looked at the blown corpses underneath him and said in a panic: "Ah, ah, you killed my classmate, I can't spare you!"

He pointed the wand at me and spoke plausibly, and white light waves condensed in front of him in an instant.

"Holy Light Wave!"

As if facing a formidable enemy, I chanted a spell quickly.

"Light can flash!"

Almost at the same time, the brown-haired young man and I launched an attack.

The two beams collided.

The surroundings were illuminated brightly, like a bright sun, dazzling and compelling.

The brown-haired young man was penetrated by the beam and fell to the ground.

He spit out blood, and a big hole was punched in his chest, "This...how is this possible!"

"Nothing is impossible, go to hell!"

I blasted his head with high-speed water bombs, my tone was cold, but there was no emotional change in my heart.

After half a day, I realized that I had killed someone!

This wasn't my first time killing someone.

On the city wall, I killed many enemies with magic.

There is nothing special about this feeling.

Looking at the headless body, I felt very indifferent, like looking at a dead dog.

I feel like I've changed.

In just ten days, I turned into a murderous "devil?"

In fact, I still have a process.

I started by using fire magic to blow a bunch of enemy soldiers into smithereens.

Looking at the piles of unrecognizable corpses, I couldn't bear it for a while, so I went back and vomited all day.

It’s not just me. Affected by the environment, almost all the classmates around me have changed, with a coldness in their eyes.

Some people with poor mental endurance become crazy and tremble in corners, and then when they are discovered the next day, they have committed suicide.

This sneak attack nearly killed Mia, a princess.

She was forced to stay in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, locked away for safety.

I was lucky enough to be by her side and keep her safe.

"No, we can't sit still and wait for death, we must fight back!"

In the conference room, Mia stood up and slammed the table with a serious expression.

I stood next to her and saw a bitter look on the faces of the four principals of the magic school.

Slim, the principal of Hogwarts, said with a sad face: "The enemy's firepower has been extremely fierce in recent days. I don't think it is appropriate to attack."

Yadika's father, Roger, the principal of Wutskya, echoed: "Yes, Your Highness Princess, just defending the city has consumed nearly 2/3 of the resources in our city, and the population has dropped to half. Now we launch Counterattack seems to be like hitting a stone with an egg.”

Piccolo said: "That makes sense. Why don't we discuss it after Senior Gandalf recovers."

The principal of Rovadigon is an old man with white hair and a long beard.

I heard his name was Yajeed.

He is the last to speak and has the final say.

He nodded and said: "I also agree with the views of several principals. Your Royal Highness, we are eager to know how long it will take for Gandalf to recover from his injury, and how many days will it take for reinforcements to arrive?"

Mia fell silent for a moment.

She thought for a while before explaining: "Each territory has a corresponding lord, which is also a count.

They manage ten cities under their command, and their troops are relatively scattered, making mobilization very troublesome.

It was unrealistic for the royal city to directly send people to support, so the local lords were ordered to quickly mobilize their troops.

You can imagine how much time it takes to go through this process one by one.

But I promise there will be reinforcements.

In addition, Gandalf must maintain peak condition to ensure that everything is foolproof. Otherwise, with the strength of the four sect-level magicians, it would be difficult for even him to resist. "

Mia paused and continued: "I know the difficulties of the four principals, and they don't want to lose their own combat power.

But this time, if we don’t take action, we will be treated as a coward and allowed to be bullied.

We must develop tactics to resist! "

She spoke firmly and exuded the aura of a noble leader.

The four principals looked at each other and sighed at the end.

In this way, under Mia's argument, the four principals agreed to send personnel to conduct a surprise attack.

As a member of the Cocoa Magic School, I was naturally placed in the team.

Whether they were teachers or students, or adventurers and lower-level knights who could be mobilized nearby, they were all divided into ten teams.

Before dawn, I followed everyone out of the city.

Our mission is to enter the enemy's camp and use magic props and explosives to deal a devastating blow to the opponent.

Ten teams divided into ten different directions to surround and attack.

Unfortunately, my team was discovered.

At that time, I saw the enemy's camp. As far as I could see, there were rows of military tents not far apart.

The enemy magician is using a magic circle to summon something.

I saw a cannon in the magic circle, the kind that ignites the fuse at the rear of the cannon and shoots out the ammunition inside.

A fierce battle began between the two sides.

Because the distance in between was too far, the enemy directly started the long-range attack mode and treated the hundreds of people in our team as living targets.

Cannonballs, crossbows, and fireballs rained down on us.

The team was instantly dispersed.

As I ran away in a panic, I bumped into a young man.

Looking up, I found that he was the young man I knew, Keyar.

"Randy, it's so dangerous here, let's hurry...ah!"

Just as Kjaer stretched out his hand to pull me up, a shell hit his head directly, and the huge impact knocked me away.

The shell fragments hit my right arm. I covered the wound with ringing in my ears. I finally crawled out of the pile of earth and rocks and found an extra arm beside me.

Kjaer was killed.

His whole body was blown to pieces, his intestines and internal organs were scattered all over the floor, and his two eyeballs were stuck to my legs, hanging with long threads of flesh.

Even though I had seen too many bloody scenes recently, I was so frightened that my whole body shivered and my legs felt weak.

I saw the rest of the people running back.

So I was anxious to keep up with the team.

There were screams one after another behind me, and I didn't dare to look back. I just wanted to run forward and go back to the city to save my life.